The email

A student looking for a place to live in an unknown city. The nervous typing of an email inquiring about a room. The semi-excited inquiring, “does it really include food?” The reconsidering upon hearing the slightly-higher-than-hoped-for rent. The sleeping of the “I’ll sleep on it” night. The deciding to take the opportunity. These things are nerve-wracking, novel and exciting.

But the beautiful thing is the reply: “The room is yours as long as you want it.” That, and the huge sigh of relief, realizing I have one known in a future of many unknowns.